The little white flower opens up and stands out in that sea of green - much like the sun rising. Spring will arrive...Sam is a nice dog, not so large in person but with a mighty shadow! We hope for warm days to enjoy our time in that beautiful park!

Beautiful images. Spring has been a real tease over here too. After a miserable January (rained 29 of 31 days!) we got a few days of sun in February but winter is due to return with a vengeance this week. Blech, I've had enough!

Beautiful shots, Sylvia. I love the Sam shot as well! I've been unable to comment as my Internet is a great challenge at the moment. I will visit when I can! Thanks for always visiting my blog. Hope you're having a great weekend. Jo

Dear Ms. Sylvia... So glad to stop by and visit to see the shadow shots once again. I have missed you. I love the Tzu quote and the fabulous photo to go with it. Love the shadows of the trees on the grass. Looks so peaceful. Strong powerful shadows with your friend on the deck, too. Great stuff!

Love the spring - like pictures...bet you do too if you are getting lots of snow! We haven't really had much this winter ~ I think the spring buds are anxious to come out and play ~ we hope not too soon, but we are anxious as well :)Have a wonderful week Sylvia!Karla & Karrie

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I'm interested in almost everything. Use to like to travel, but it's too expensive now. I take Tai Chi classes, swim, volunteer in a Jump-start program for pre-schoolers. I'm an avid reader and like nearly everyone these days I follow politics avidly. I'm a former teacher and Special Projects Coordinator for a Telecommunications company, Assistant to the President of a Japanese silicon wafer manufacturing company. Am now enjoying retirement -- most of the time. I have two daughters, one son-in-law and two sons scattered all over the country. No grandchildren.

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I Never Saw Another Butterfly

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellowPerhaps if the sun’s tears would singagainst a white stone....

Such, such a yellowIs carried lightly ’way up high.It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in herePenned up inside this ghetto.But I have found what I love here.The dandelions call to meAnd the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one.Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942 Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942. Died in Aushchwitzon Sept. 29, 1944.

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Chasing Ashes

I love to write and it has been a hobby for a long time. Mysteries were always my escape reading during some of the darker times of my life and I finally decided to give it a try. I've actually written seven over the years. Unfortunately, my last computer disaster resulted in my losing three of the latest four. I did manage to salvage this one.